Up and at em again. Josh was onto his paper by the time I got up. I went for the laundry while he stayed academic. It was a nice walk, and it got my strings tuned up for the day. We both went on a walk into the old town. There is a church there that has an unfinished back wall. When I say unfinished I mean that the boulders of rock they used for the corners were never shaved off, but only on the very back of the church. On the sides they were chipped away. I only mention this because I had never seen anything quite like it. It made us scratch our chins for a second.
We took our time. Swung by the hostel to get some things, and then headed over to the bus station. The plans for the day were to go to Laranjelas and hike to Praia do Sono. The bus we were looking to take didn't have the name of the town on the front. All the other buses are labeled for the towns that they go to, so it seemed obvious to us which one to look for, Laranjelas. Not so. When we arrived we were under the assumption that we had just missed our bus so we sat there playing gammon and drinking beer while waiting the hour for our bus. An hour later, all the buses show up and there is still no Laranjelas. It was only then after they had taken off again that Josh asked what the dealio was. He was so pissed off when we realized we had sat at the bus station for two hours when we didn't need to, not to mention we were going to have to wait another hour or less for the next bus. So eventually, we got out of the Paratay bus station.
Laranjelas is close to Trinidade, but it is basically a gated community for extremely wealthy Brazilians. We didn't go there, and instead we were dropped off at the end of the line. I started walking and didn't look back for quite some time. I hadn't realized Josh wasn't there with me until it would probably have been pointless to sit and be a mosquito buffet. So I kept on truckin. There were crew of men in blue jump suits running cable through the jungle. I suppose they were running lines so that the village in Praia do Sono can have electricity. The jungle was very jungley, as Snail would say. The beach snuck up on me, including the sound of the waves. All of a sudden they were just there in a soft roar. "A soft and snuggley place."
Praia do Sono stretches out to the north. There are umbrella trees that line the entire distance of the beach from end to end. The trees behind them are a much darker green and they crawl in a thicket over the mountains that cradle this remote haven. The only way to get to this beach is by footpath, or one can get there by boat from Laranjelas. This beach is also one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen!
I got my clothes mostly off and got into the waves as quickly as I could. I floated spread eagle for some time. I made my way out and sat in the sand and waited for Josh. By the time he got there, he thought that we should leave soon since it was getting late. If we hadn't done all that waiting at the bus station we could have had a couple hours there. I got back in for another quick minute. Boats were coming around the cove from Laranjelas. These boats are not commercial boats. They are little 5 to 6 person boats that are privately owned by the families that live there in Sono. We got a ride from one of the two men just arriving home. The boat ride out was picturesque to say the least. The rock faces and foliage framing those faces were paradise. There were some rocks that were unexplainable as to how they had broken and stayed balanced amongst the waves. A volkswagon van took us from the port we were dropped off at to the bus stop on the other side of the gated community. So we got a ride through the ritzy community, and the architecture sucked. There are idiots with too much money all over the world with the same poor taste in buildings. Boo.
We were tired and a bit hungry perhaps, so we had a beer while we waited for the bus. The bus got us back as they usually do. I dosed off for a bit. The scenery is so beautiful all over this country that I feel like an ass when I don't actively soak up as much as I am offered. But when a man has to sleep, that man must sleep, even if he is drooling on strangers...
Shower and out for food. Josh and I walked to the sandwich shop for ol' time sakes. We decided to keep looking and we aimlessly walked the streets on the south side of the main street, near the bus station, until we found something that was the right price and had good atmosphere. We found a nice spot. They caporinhas were good. The food wasn't bad, nor was it the best. The waitress was cute, and Josh The Goofus tried to flirt with her. He was just being sweet but I think he is a big dork. That's right Josh, a big dork. Don't ever change. I think we were in good spirits with laughter and gammon, but what else is new?
We had been drinking all day, and we were kind of sore from it. We needed lots of water so we went back to the hostel and hydrated. We listened to music on my I-pod(with my splitter) until the big J.O. fell asleep. I went downstairs and got on the computer until I could no longer stay awake and sleep was once again my good friend.
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